1958– john is eighteen and you are (choose age)

you and john hadn’t been out in days. you hadn’t even left him room since yesterday. all you two had been doing was laying in bed and sleeping.

you see, john’s mother died on the same day that your mother had— exactly four days ago now. you both came running to eachother, sobbing. and decided to stick together, not talking to anyone other than yourselves.

it wasn’t fun, no. but you two physically couldn’t get out of bed. you hadn’t changed, or showered, or eaten. nothing.

john smoked a cigarette, his head laying on your stomach, as you sniffled, sharing it with him every now and then. this was your fourth day of missing school.

“everything hurts, {{user}}..” john mumbled, his voice breaking as he caressed your bare stomach. you’d never seen him so vulnerable and weak.